Became A Queen After divorce

Mr. Foley suddenly perked up.

“Alright, let’s go collect some shells first!”

“Wait, I’ll go back and get a bucket to collect more. Let’s get one for our daughter too, or she’ll be jealous when we return.”

Cheyenne was speechless.

They were supposed to be on their honeymoon, yet he was the one most concerned about home.

Even she hadn’t thought of their daughter, but Kelvin was the first to remember Cierra.

She was about to say there was no need to get a bucket, but Mr. Foley had already run off.

Cheyenne sighed lightly and shook her head with amusement.

“Kelvin in his thirties seems even more childish than Kelvin at eighteen.”

This reminded her of something she had heard long ago: boys in love are very childish!

So… Kelvin was seriously learning how to date her, which explained why he acted like a young boy, impulsive and spontaneous. It was probably because it was his first time in love.

Cheyenne subconsciously touched the tip of her nose. Actually, it was her first time too… She had only watched others date before.

Before long, Kelvin returned with a small red plastic bucket in hand.

“Cheyenne, you hold this bucket. The water is cold, so you shouldn’t go in. I’ll find the shells.”

She nodded. Today, she would play the role of an obedient first-time girlfriend and listen to him.

“Okay, honey, do your best.”

The man was overjoyed.

Imagine the girl you love deeply, wearing a white dress with her long hair flowing, standing in the wind waiting for you.

The sea breeze lifted her skirt and stirred his heart.

“Alright, I will find the most beautiful shell in the world for you!”

“Yes, I believe in you! But…”

Do you know how to collect shells?

It was about to rain, and the wind by the sea was strong. The waves kept coming and receding rhythmically.

The sand on the shore was fine and muddy from the seawater, sinking deeply with each step.

Kelvin took off his jacket and placed it on a rock, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt and his pant legs. He walked awkwardly on the sand.

His cleanliness obsession kicked in immediately; whenever he found mud on his feet, he would bend down to wash them before continuing.

Walk, wash feet, repeat.

When she counted silently to ten, she found that Mr. Foley was still standing in the same spot, not having taken a single step forward.

Cheyenne was speechless.

At this rate, they wouldn’t fill the small bucket even if they collected shells from this year to next year.

Moreover, shells weren’t as easy to find as they appeared in online videos; they had to be dug out from the sand.

Could he lower himself to dig in the sand?

As she pondered, she heard Kelvin’s joyful laughter. He raised something in his hand and turned back to her:

“Cheyenne, look! I found my first shell!”

Cheyenne looked closely and almost burst out laughing.

That wasn’t a shell; it was clearly a clam from a barbecue stall, decent-sized and quite meaty.

If she told Mr. Foley that it wasn’t a shell but food, it might hurt his pride.

Not wanting to return empty-handed, Cheyenne praised him generously. “Yes, yes, this shell is beautiful. Honey, collect more.”

This way, they could have a plate of stir-fried clams tonight.

The scene then turned into this:

“Cheyenne, look! This shell is shaped like bamboo; it’s so strange.”

“This one can be made into a wind chime. It’s beautiful! Honey, you’re amazing. Find a few more like this.”

Cheyenne thought to herself: Cilantro clam soup, check!

Soy sauce razor clams, check.

Garlic vermicelli steamed scallops, check.

Smoked conch slices queued up.

With about three dishes and a soup ready and her plastic bucket two-thirds full, Cheyenne quickly stopped the diligent Kelvin.

“Alright honey, the ads say humans shouldn’t exhaust marine resources. Although these ocean resources are abundant, they still need proper protection.”

The main reason was that there were only two of them; they wouldn’t be able to finish all these shellfish later.

Mr. Foley felt a bit regretful as he had just started enjoying this treasure hunt game when he was stopped.

“Alright then, we’ll collect more next time.”

As soon as he finished speaking, it started raining. The sea turned into a white blur.

Staying in such weather meant they wouldn’t need to go home at all. Cheyenne quickly stood on tiptoe to help him put on his coat.

“It looks like we’ll have to take shelter in the cave.”

“Get on my back.”

Cheyenne hesitated for a moment before obediently climbing onto his back. The last time he carried her was a long time ago.

On his back, even with wind and rain ahead, she felt safe.

Looking down at the rain sliding over his handsome face and wet hair clinging to his temples highlighted his masculinity.

Last time was similar; he had complained about her wearing high heels while shopping.

But the next second, he would carry her home anyway.

Those days were tough; even a little sweetness was enough for her to savor for a long time.

Unlike now… Maybe because she was too happy now, she felt it was somewhat unreal.

Cheyenne’s nose tingled as silent tears mixed with rain fell onto his shoulder.

Kelvin didn’t know she was crying but felt something was off with Cheyenne’s prolonged silence.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Cheyenne, why aren’t you talking?”

“Hmm? Nothing… Am I heavy? Maybe I should walk on my own; I’m not as fragile as you think.”

She struggled to get down but was quickly stopped by Kelvin.

“Don’t move; you’re not heavy at all. You’re too light! I want to fatten you up a bit more.”

Cheyenne couldn’t help but laugh through her tears and replied, “When did you become like Grandpa? Always thinking about fattening me up.”

Kelvin answered loudly without hiding anything: “Because I love you! So I’m always worried you’ll be hungry or cold…”

And you’re not as easy to deal with as Cierra. He silently added in his mind.

Cierra was straightforward; when hungry, she’d say she wanted food; when tired, she’d ask for a hug.

But Cheyenne? She always hid her wounds; no matter how bitter or tired she was, she’d endure it alone. This made Kelvin both heartache and headache.

He wanted to be someone Cheyenne could act spoiled with without reservation, her true safe harbor.

When she got tired or wronged outside and wanted to cry out her grievances, he’d be the first person she thought of-that would be enough!

Then he felt a warm touch on his face, different from the cold rain hitting it.

Kelvin was soaked through but still felt warm all over and cheerful.

In the wind and rain, the man’s smile remained bright.

“Cheyenne… If you want to kiss me, don’t do it secretly next time; come at me directly!”